I’m on the subway going 3 or 4 stood down to Union station. I walked up to Yonge earlier but decided not to walk all the way back. It’s up hill both ways in the hot sun.

It’s Father’s Day. I changed it to Not the Momma day as a reference joke and it includes me. Worthy of a father’s Day, even though I was never a father.

I couldn’t even own a pet.

So I trained to the big city, hogtown in the past. The 6ix in the current bit I hope it faded as fast as hogtown did.

I get we lack a nickname we can agree on. But 6ix is not my choice.

………

Ok I’m really high. I’m not used to weed high alone in the world where I need to at least remember my train back to Niagara.

I think it’s 15 minutes away but I can forget 15 minutes in less than 15 secondsm.

It took me a while to realize the announcement was in French and so many other fun examples I’ve forgotten already.

I remember seeing my purchases in the bag and getting that fear spike that I left behind the very bag I was holding.

I tried a few crowd jokes or interactions but none were noticed… Thats my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Time check. 3 minutes.

I’m watching an older tv series called Stitchers and of course, I am identifying with the emotionless socially awkward character.

4 minutes.